Editors
Walk the Fleet Road (Distance: The Acoustic Recordings)
A winter wind blows, in from the north
Scratches your spine, cold like the forth
But you're a long way from home
Through the dark we tiptoe
The hospital looms, as we walk fleet road

Hold your tongue
Swallow your venom
You're too young
Hold your tongue

No push and no shove
Spit your verbal mace
Hate can turn to love not this for this human race
Ohhhh!!!

Hold your tongue
Swallow your venom
You're too young
Hold your tongue

Hold your tongue, (my heart...)
Swallow your venom, (will explode)
You're too young, (as we walk...)
Hold your tongue. (...the fleet road)